Game Of Formula

Game of Formula

Lewis and Nico as Targaryens

(u can read more here https://archiveofourown.org/works/33636043/chapters/83585332)

Fic: Study [Brocedes; Lewis/Nico]

Written for my darling @nicosrosbergs who had a tough Spanish oral exam today and blazed it, enjoy Lisbeth, my babu! Priest Lewis is coming soon Nico regretted his decision to tell Mr Wolff that he’d tutor one of his fellow classmates in English, especially when Lewis Hamilton, of all people, turned up at his house wearing mirrored sunglasses, ripped jeans and a wide grin. “Hello, partner,” Lewis says, smiling widely at Nico. “Nice place you’ve got here,” Nico resists the urge to roll his eyes, he’s heard all about Lewis - about his reputation as a young man who would rather smoke around the back of the bike sheds, that he’s slept with half of the year, that he got a tattoo when he was sixteen and that once Vivian Sibold, one of the most popular girls in school, gave him a blowjob in the art cupboard. He seems to look the part in a tight black t-shirt, ripped jeans and the most horrendous neon green trainers that Nico has seen. “You better come in, did you bring King Lear with you?” He asks, stepping to one side to allow Lewis to step through the door. Lewis removes the neon green trousers, whistling as he glances around the house with wide eyes. “You weren’t kidding when you said your dad was loaded,” Nico doesn’t answer. “Come on, we can go to my room and study, I left all my work materials up there,” He says, moving towards the stairs. He feels Lewis’s gaze on his ass as the older boy follows him up the stairs, the chain around his neck rattling as he shuffles. They finally reach Nico’s bedroom and Nico busies himself, clearing away the engineering and advanced mathematics textbooks from his desk. “Looks complicated,” Lewis’s voice dances through the air, his hand brushing over Nico’s for a moment as he glances down at the books in Nico’s hands. “Advanced Mathematics, you really are a genius aren’t you?” Nico feels the blush fall over his cheeks as he snatches his books away. “I’m not a genius, I just really like Mathematics,” “This is university standard stuff, Nico,” Lewis says, glancing at the books. “I hope your English is as good as this,” Nico places the books to one side and skims over the pile to find his dog-earred copy of King Lear. “I’m okay at English,” He says, hoping Lewis wouldn’t see the other English textbooks piled up. * “I’m rubbish at this,” Lewis throws down his pen in frustration, his head falling on top of his workbook. “Why do we have to learn this shit?” “This is not shit, this is Shakespeare,” Nico replies, resisting the urge to curse in German at Lewis. He gazes over the older boy, over the curve of ink just visible underneath his school shirt. “All you need to know is that the key theme of the play is madness, the gradual descent into madness-” “I’m descending into madness,” Lewis says, lifting his head slightly and rubbing a hand through his hair. “Are you even taking this seriously?” Nico asks, frustrated. “Look, if you don’t want to be here then you can go, I’m not tutoring someone who doesn’t want to be here, who doesn’t take this seriously-” He snaps, pulling off his glasses and pinching his nose. “I am taking it seriously,” Lewis replies, his brown eyes locked on Nico. “English isn’t easy for me,” “It isn’t easier for me either, I’m German. I just need you to take this seriously,” “I will, I want to do better at this, I want to do better at this, i know I act like an idiot and I shag the entire school but I want to do well in life,” He worries his lip. “I’m sorry that you got stuck with me but - I can’t help that,” Nico doesn’t say anything as his eyes remain locked on the older boy. Lewis pulls the textbook closer to him again, his eyes ghosting over the text. Nico watches him for a few moments before he sighs heavily. “Lets take a break,” “I’m halfway through this scene though-” Lewis says, eyes still on the page. Nico leans over and closes the book, his eyes trained on Lewis. “We need to take breaks now and then, it’s important to refresh your brain. Do you want a drink?” Lewis glances at Nico with wide eyes. “You’re taking a break?” “Do you want tea, coffee, juice, Coke?” Nico says, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Coke, please,” Lewis says, smiling. Nico tries not to look at the tiny gap in between his two front teeth, how beautiful Lewis’s smile is. * Lewis is sitting on Nico’s bed, glancing at the photos on the wall when Nico walks back into the room with two cans of Coke. “What are you doing-” “You look different on that one,” Lewis says, pointing to one in which Nico has longer hair, curling around his ears. “You look better now,” Nico feels his cheeks heat up at Lewis’s words. “Thanks, I guess?” He sits on the bed besides Lewis, handing him the can of Coke. Lewis’s fingers linger a little longer on Nico’s than he’s used to and he snatches them away, blushing, before he busies himself cleaning his glasses on his school shirt. “You look better without them,” Lewis says, absent-mindedly. “What?” Nico says, confused. “Your glasses, you look better without them on,” Lewis whispers, a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, I kinda need them to see,” Nico fires back as he slides his glasses back on, looking down at his feet. “Can’t take them off for the sake of things,” Lewis hums. “You’re really good looking, you know that?” His eyes burn into Nico’s. “All my friends at school want to get in your pants and I don’t just mean the girls,” “Lewis, I don’t want to talk about this-” Nico begins. “Have you kissed anyone, Nico?” Lewis asks, his voice low. Nico feels his face turn beetroot red. “I don’t have the time, I’m studying alot for exams and I just-” “Do you want to kiss anyone?” Lewis asks, moving closer. Nico can see the freckles on the bridge of Lewis’s nose and the gold flecks in his eyes. His pale pink tongue ghosts out to trace over his lips. “Anyone at all?” “Lewis, I-” Nico begins but stops as Lewis’s hand moves to cup at his cheek, his eyes searching for an answer, asking for permission. Nico remains silent as Lewis moves in, his lips closing over Nico’s - it’s slow, gentle, nothing like Nico imagined as the warmth curls over his chest. Lewis’s lips are warm against his own, his hand closing around Nico’s waist as he moans into the kiss. Nico kisses back, enjoying the warmth curling over him, over his lips, Lewis’s soft moans ghosting against his ear. However, Lewis’s hand moves down his body, traces over the growing bulge in his school trousers and Nico shoves him away, pink-cheeked, gasping for breath. “Nico-” Lewis begins through swollen lips. “Nico, I’m sorry-” “I think you should go,” Nico says, pulling himself from the bed, ignoring his bulge as he straightens out his school shirt. “Lewis, just go-” “But the studying-” “I can’t do this,” Nico says, shaking his head as he moves away from the bed, picking up Lewis’s copy of King Lear. He presses it into Lewis’s hands quickly, not looking at the older boy. “Lewis, I need you to go-” Lewis leaves shortly after that, Nico collapses in his bed, thinking about Lewis’s lips against his own. He picks up one of the engineering textbooks and tries to focus on the equations before him, but his thoughts are drawn to dark brown eyes and chocolate skin, to how Lewis’s lips parted around his name. He pushes the book to one side and sighs heavily, his thoughts still on Lewis.

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Summary: The new rookie slowly becomes the on grid child of the Iceman.

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As the newest and youngest member of the Formula 1 grid, I, Y/N, stood beside my race car, inhaling the mixed scents of burnt rubber and high-octane fuel. The roar of the engines filled the air with palpable anticipation.

I glanced around, absorbing the vibrant spectacle, the excited chatter of fans blending with the mechanical symphony of the pit lane. Yet, amidst all the noise and excitement, there lingered a silence in my heart—a void left by a father who walked away from our family when I was just a child.

Growing up, it was just my mom and me. She was my rock, cheering me on from karting races to junior championships. Despite her unending support, there was always a part of me that felt incomplete. I had a father, but I never really had a dad.

It was during my first official test as an F1 driver that I met Kimi Raikkonen. Known as the 'Iceman' for his cool demeanor on track, Kimi was a veteran of the sport, admired by many for his straightforward attitude and racing prowess. As I struggled with the complexities of handling my F1 car, Kimi noticed me.

"Remember, it's all about balance and knowing your limits," he advised one afternoon as he watched me analyze some telemetry data that looked more like a cryptic puzzle.

I nodded, feeling somewhat star-struck. "Thanks, Kimi. It's just a lot to take in all at once."

"You’ll get there. It takes time," he replied, his voice carrying a calming assurance.

After that initial moment of guidance at my first test session, Kimi’s role in my life began to deepen progressively. It wasn’t just about racing anymore; it was about finding a connection that spanned beyond the track.

Over the next few races, Kimi became a mentor and a friend. His advice was always practical, his presence reassuring. Somehow, he began to fill a gap I hadn't realized was so profound.

As the season progressed, Kimi taught me about resilience, about facing the media, and handling the pressures that came with the sport. His family occasionally visited the races, and I saw the loving father he was to his own children. It was in those moments I felt both a sense of warmth and a twinge of envy.

One evening, after a particularly grueling race in Monaco where I had spun out, Kimi found me sitting alone by the paddock, my head in my hands.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked, sitting beside me.

"It's just... sometimes I wonder if I’m cut out for this," I confessed. "I miss having someone to look up to. Someone who's there, you know?"

Kimi looked out into the distance before speaking. "I may not know all about your personal life, but on this track, you're never really alone. We’re a team. And if you ever need a bit of that... fatherly advice, I’m here."

His words were a salve to my bruised confidence.

A pivotal moment came mid-season during a particularly challenging weekend at the British Grand Prix. The weather was unpredictable, and so was my confidence in handling the car under such variable conditions. After a disheartening practice session, Kimi invited me to debrief over coffee, away from the bustling energy of the team garages.

As we sat down in the quiet of the motorhome, Kimi shared stories from his early days—mistakes he'd made and lessons he’d learned. "It's not just about fighting the car," he explained, "but cooperating with it, understanding it like a dance partner." His anecdotes were not only instructive but also peppered with his dry humor, making the lessons stick in a way that technical debriefs often didn't.

As the season progressed, our mentor-mentee relationship started to feel more like a friendship. Kimi invited me to join him and his family for dinner during a race weekend in Monaco. Sitting with his family, sharing laughs, and stories, I felt an inclusion that went beyond my expectations. His wife was warm and welcoming, treating me like a guest of honor, while his children eyed me with curiosity and shy smiles.

Our bond continued to strengthen as we faced various challenges together. During one stressful race in Singapore, where the heat and humidity tested every driver’s endurance, Kimi and I found ourselves fighting for podium positions. Post-race, exhausted yet exhilarated, we shared a long cooldown lap, discussing our individual races and the intense final laps.

“I saw you holding off Carlos behind you,” Kimi said, a note of respect in his voice. “You’re getting stronger every race.”

Hearing such words from Kimi wasn’t just a compliment; it was a form of validation from someone who had seen it all in the world of Formula 1.

Seasons changed, and my career in F1 began to flourish. With Kimi’s guidance, I improved not just my driving, but my understanding of the technical aspects of racing. His presence at critical moments of decision-making became something I relied on more than I had expected.

His mentoring had transcended the cockpit of a race car. Kimi had become a steadfast part of my life—a constant in a world marked by speed and change. Our bond, forged in the fast lanes, was built to last a lifetime, proving that sometimes, family finds you in the most unexpected places.

It was during a pre-race event that a journalist unexpectedly asked about my family. "I understand your father isn’t in the picture. How has that influenced you?"

I paused, looking over at Kimi who was signing autographs nearby, laughing with a young fan. Turning back to the journalist, I smiled.

"I grew up without a dad, that’s true. But I’ve found guidance, strength, and a bit of family right here in the paddock. Kimi’s been a great mentor and a father figure to me."

The racing season was nearing its end, and rumors about Kimi Raikkonen's retirement had been swirling in the paddock for weeks. However, nothing could have prepared me for the moment he confirmed it. We were in the team's motorhome when he gently broke the news to me personally.

"I think it's time for me to step back," Kimi said, his voice steady but his eyes revealing a hint of sadness. "Spend more time with my family, you know?"

I nodded mechanically, trying to process the information, but a storm of emotions was brewing inside me. As he continued to explain his decision, a sense of abandonment enveloped me, growing stronger and darker. It was as if history was repeating itself; just when I thought I had found a figure of stability and support, he was leaving.

"Kimi, you can’t leave," I blurted out, the words laced with a mix of desperation and anger. "You’re just like him—just like my father. You're walking away when I need you most!"

Kimi looked taken aback, his face softening. "Y/N, come here," he said, motioning for me to sit beside him. Hesitantly, I moved closer, trying to hold back tears that were threatening to spill.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Listen, I know this might feel like I’m abandoning you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I'm not leaving your life—I’m just leaving the grid."

The dam broke, and tears streamed down my face. "It just feels like everyone I depend on leaves eventually," I confessed, the pain of past and present mingling together.

Kimi wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a reassuring hug. "Y/N, I’m not your father. I won’t just disappear. I promised to be there for you, and I intend to keep that promise. You’re part of my family now, and that doesn’t end with retirement. You'll always have a place with us, at our table, in our home. Anytime."

His words, genuine and firm, slowly seeped into my heart, easing the ache with the warmth of his assurance. "You mean that?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I do," he confirmed with a nod. "And hey, I'll be around. I’ll come to races when I can. And you’ll always be able to call me, anytime you need—about racing, or about life. Anything.”

As Kimi’s retirement neared, our interactions became tinged with a sense of urgency, each moment feeling more significant. One late afternoon in Italy, Kimi and I took a walk around the track, discussing life beyond racing.

“What worries you about all this ending?” I asked, curious about his thoughts on leaving the world he’d known for so long.

“It’s a big change, sure,” he admitted. “But life’s about phases. You end one chapter and start another. And remember, leaving F1 doesn’t mean disappearing. We’re family now, Y/N. That doesn’t end with retirement.”

His words were comforting, especially as I grappled with my own fears of abandonment. Seeing how he approached his transition with a mix of realism and optimism helped me understand that endings were also beginnings.

As we continued walking, the setting sun cast long shadows on the track, and Kimi stopped to look out over the circuit. “Every turn on this track has a story,” he mused. “Just like every phase in life. Make sure you live them fully, no matter the challenge.”

The conversation lightened my heart and cemented a new kind of bond between us. Kimi’s retirement race came, As Kimi drove his final lap, the crowds cheers felt like a celebration of more than just his career. It was a tribute to the enduring nature of chosen family, to the unbreakable ties that we had formed.

I felt a surge of gratitude. I might have lost a father early in life, but in this world of high speeds and fierce competition, I had gained something invaluable—a family on the track and a father figure who taught me more than just how to drive.

As the fireworks painted the sky, I realized that family isn't always defined by blood, but by the bonds we create and the promises we keep. Kimi had shown me that no matter the distance, those bonds can withstand more than we sometimes believe possible.

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Between Always and Never [Lewis/Nico]

So this turned out way longer than a drabble! Hope you enjoy. 

It’s raining in São Paulo, the tail end of the hurricane, calmer than it’s been for days but still treacherous out there. Bad enough that they shouldn’t have raced? That’s the vague murmuring that’s been going around, now, but the FIA hadn’t thought so at the time and neither had Lewis.

But when you’re the race winner it’s only natural to think that way – even if it meant, well, this, he thinks, as the car crawls through the battered streets. He had watched it on the news in his hotel room the night before, the uprooted trees and upended cars, roofs peeled back from houses, kids toys muddy and floating in the gutter, never to be reunited with their owners again.

It makes him remember how fragile it all is, life.

And it’s not that he needs a reminder, really, so he catches himself before he starts to go down that road – wondering about what if’s. Fuck what if, Nico is fine. Toto had spent a long time reassuring Lewis of this, practically pushing him into the room where the post-race press conference was to be held even as Lewis was on the verge of telling him to go fuck himself, because the only thing that was going to assure him of the fact was seeing Nico himself.

Even if Nico didn’t want to see him.

“Your teammate crashed out on lap 26,” the reporter had said, “that leaves you now poised to clinch the title, with the points gap the way it is. How confident do you feel?”

He had looked at her with barely concealed loathing; this is not how he wants it to be, and definitely not at the expense of Nico being hurt (even if he isn’t hurt, according to Toto, and the trip to hospital is nothing more than a precaution).

Nico is of course, fine.

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Late night ice cream— Kimi Raikkonen x reader

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For a few weeks now you’ve suspected that your husband and daughter had been sneaking out In the middle of the night and getting ice cream. Now you didn’t have any proof of this so you just had to get said proof. Laying in bed you pretended to be asleep. It wasn't long before you felt Kimi get out of bed and lightly placed a kiss on your forehead and left the room.

Once you knew Kimi was out of the room you opened your eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It was 12am, rolling your eyes, you got out of bed and headed for the living room where you heard the sounds of your daughter quietly giggling and Kimi’s hushed shush.

“You gotta be quiet baby Mommy’s still sleeping” Kimi said as he tied her shoes.

“Ok papa,” your daughter says.

“And just what do the two of you think you’re going to do?” You asked about making your presence known.

They both looked shocked that you'd interrupted their late night treat. "Oh, nothing, we thought we might just go for an impromptu stroll." Kimi replied. "A stroll? It's after midnight!"

Kimi's daughter, "Papa promised me we'd go get ice cream." She looked up at her father with pleading eyes.

“You know how much she loves ice cream. It's not going to hurt anybody.” Kimi said, trying to defend himself.

"How often has this been going on? You two sneaking behind my back, leaving me in bed all alone while you two go and have fun?" You ask.

your daughter laughs, "It's all my fault, I asked Papa to take me and we didn't want to wake you up."

"Sweetheart-" Kimi begins.

"No, it's okay, I've been suspecting for a while you two have been sneaking out. I just never had the proof until now. You'd think you could keep a secret." you say

Kimi smiles and ruffles his daughter's hair, "You're not mad at us are you Mama?"

In spite of yourself, you can't help but smile, "Of course not. I'd be lying if I didn't say I didn't want some ice cream too," you say.

Your daughter's face lights up and she runs to you, throwing her arms around your waist, "Really?"

"Of course sweetie. As long as we all come back to bed after." you reply jokingly.

"Okay." your daughter says. Kimi chuckles. "And no more going out in the middle of the night okay."

Your daughter nods her head, "Of course. we promise." She glances up at her father who is smiling down at her.

"Well, what're we waiting for, let's go." Kimi said, grabbing his daughter’s hand.

Just before they get to the door, Kimi pauses and turns back to you, “You coming too, honey?”

You can’t help but smile at your husband and daughter's adorable expressions of anticipation, you know you wouldn't be able to sleep anyways. "Yeah, I'm coming." You laugh.

Kimi and your daughter cheer at your decision to join them on their little late night ice cream adventure. Together the three of you head out into a cool, late-night breeze, your daughter's hand tightly clasped in Kimi's and yours in the other.As you step out of the house, a quiet calm settles over you, the night air cool on your skin. As the three of you stroll along the sidewalks, Kimi and your daughter seem lost in a world of their own. But you're content just the way things are at that moment. You see your daughter happily swinging her free hand as she walks, a smile spreading across her cute face as she talks and laughs with her father. And you catch Kimi glancing over at you.

He smiles when your gaze meets his and for just a moment a small flutter of butterflies dance in your stomach. Your heart does a little hop as it realizes that despite the time, despite the fact you're all supposed to be sleeping, this is the perfect moment. Soon you arrive at the small ice cream place down the road from your house. As you step inside, the sweet smell of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry fills the room. Your daughter is the first to find a table, taking a seat right by the window.

Kimi and yourself sit next to your daughter, and the waitress comes over to take your order. Your daughter eagerly tells her she wants a strawberry sundae. Kimi orders a vanilla ice cream cone with chocolate sprinkles. You order mint chocolate chip ice cream. The waitress smiles at your daughter's adorable enthusiasm and quickly jots down the orders. The waitress heads to the back to make your order and as soon as she's out of sight, Kimi leans in and whispers, "I thought you'd be asleep."

"I'd rather be out with you having ice cream than lying in bed all alone." you say, leaning forward and giving your husband a quick kiss on the lips.

Kimi smiles back as he reaches for your hand, squeezing it tightly. "I know what you mean," he says, a small smirk spreading across his face.

Before you can say anything else, the waitress returns with your daughter's strawberry sundae and Kimi's vanilla cone, topped with chocolate sprinkles and your mint chocolate chip.

“We should do this more often,” you replied.

"I second that." Kimi says, taking a bite of his ice cream cone. Your daughter takes her first bite of her sundae and smiles at you, "This is the best ice cream ever!" She says. And it is At that moment, with the three of you eating your ice cream, enjoying one another's company, quietly laughing at your daughter's cute antics, you forget all about how you suspected them of sneaking off to get ice cream and instead realize, this moment, this was truly worth getting out of bed for.

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: brother! Charles Leclerc x mini! Leclerc

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: night calls with charles

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A/n: English is not my first language!!

The girl was running around the house, looking for her shoes.

It was night, but tomorrow morning it would be her first ballet class and she wanted to show her outfit to Charles when he called in a few minutes to wish her goodnight like he did every night.

She had been obsessed with ballet dancers for a whole month, thanks to one of the Barbie movies. Her mother had taken pity on her and had finally enrolled her in an academy to try

She had bought everything she needed and she was sure that she wouldn't be able to sleep from excitement.

She found the slippers and put them on immediately when the phone rang. She ran down the stairs

"Don't run down the stairs!" her mother shouted from the kitchen.

Y/n stopped running and walked down the last few steps "I'm not running!"

Once on the lower floor she ran again until she reached the room where Arthur was talking to Charles. The youngest was lying on the couch while he was talking to the oldest on a video call.

y/n lay down next to him, taking the cell phone from Arthur's hand and interrupting what they were talking about.

"Look! Look Charles!" she yelled at him

"hey!" her brother greeted and scolded her "snatching things isn't very nice Y/n. you should ask for them."

Y/n looked at her brother next to her. “I’m sorry, Thur.”

"It's okay, let me have your phone so you can show Charles your new outfit."

Arthur took the phone from her small hands and positioned it so that Charles could see her well.

"Wow," Charles spoke, "am I seeing the most beautiful dancer in the world?"

Y/n laughed and spun around standing on the couch.

"I wear red like your Charlie," she explained.

"You are missing a number on your back"

her little eyes got big

"One and six!"

"That's my number, you need your own"

"But I like that one," she said. "I want to be like you!"

Arthur laughed silently knowing that that sentence had completely bought

"I guess I can share it" Charles smiled at her "will you send me photos and videos from tomorrow? You have to tell me everything when I get back"

"When will you be back? I bought new stories for you to read to me"

"It won't be long, I promise"

She yawned "I miss you, Arthur doesn't tuck me in as well as you do."

"Hey!" the youngest complained, "thank you I'm doing it, brat."

"I wasn't complaining!"

"Sounds like a complaint to me"

"Liar"

"Bad gal"

Charles laughed at them both, he missed them. He loved his work, but it was times like this that he would like to be around.

"Both of you calm down. I'll bring you gifts if you behave."

Y/n closed her mouth immediately and smiled at her with bright eyes. Gifts was one of her favorite words

"I'm always good"

“Doubtful,” Arthur muttered, Y/n gave him a frowning look.

"I have to go and you have to sleep"

She yawned again, "good night Charlie."

"Good night moun amour. Good night Thur. See you soon"

Y/n greeted enthusiastically until the video call ended.

She looked at her younger brother and smiled, stretching out her arms for him to pick her up and carry her to her room.

Arthur did so after rolling his eyes. He carried her upstairs and he roughly threw her on her bed causing her to laugh.

"Charles is the best at tucking me in," she started to say as she changed into her pajamas, "but you're the funniest."

"I know, bratty. I know."